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Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.

Hero. O God defend me, how am I beset! What kind of catechizing call you this ?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name.

Hero. Is it not Hero? who can blot that name
With any just reproach ?

Claud. Marry, that can Hero;
Hero herself can blot out Hero's virtue.
What man was he talk'd with you yesternight
Out at your window betwixt twelve and one ?
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Lord.

Pedro. Why, then you are no maiden. Leonato, I am sorry, you must hear; upon mine Honour, Myself, my Brother, and this grieved Count Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, 3 Confess’d the vile encounters they have had A thousand times in secret.

John. Fie, fie, they are not to be nam'd, my Lord,
Not to be spoken of;
There is not chastity enough in language,
Without offence, tó utter them : thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much mifgovernment.

Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadft thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart?
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair ! farewel,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity !
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eyelids shall Conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm ;


liberal villa'n, ] [i- illiberal. beral here, as in many places of 4 I am afraid here is intended these plays, means, frank beyond a poor conceit upon the word honesty or decency. Free of tongue. Here, Dr.Warburton unnecessarily reads


And never shall it more be gracious.“

Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? Beat. Why, how now, Cousin, wherefore sink you

down? John. Come, let us go; these things, come thus

to light, Smother her spirits up.

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Bene. How doth the lady?

Beat. Dead, I think ; help, uncle.
Hero! why, Hero! uncle ! Signior Benedick ! friar !

Leon. O fate! take not away thy heavy hand;
Death is the fairelt cover for her shame,
That may be wilh'd for.

Beat. How now, cousin Hero?
Friar. Have comfort, Lady.
Leon. Doft thou look up ?
Friar. Yea, wherefore should she not?
Leon. Wherefore? why, doth not every earthly

Cry shame upon her? could she here deny
The story that is printed in her blood ? S
Do not live, Hero, do not ope chine

For did I think, thou wouldīt not quickly die,
Thought I, thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,
Myself would on the rereward of reproaches
Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ?
Chid I for That at frugal nature's frame?'


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her blod?] That is, the ture's FRAME? fory which her blubes difiover to I've one too much by thee. -]

The meaning of the second line 6 Griev'd I, I had but according to the present reading, one ? is this, Chid 1 at frugal nature


be true.

I've one too much by thee. Why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ?
Who smeered thus, and mir'd with infamy,
I might have said, no part of it is mine;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins.
But mine, and mine I lov’d, and mine I prais'd,
And mine that I was proud on,? mine fo much,
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her ; why, ihe, O, she is fallin
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to walh her clean again;

that fe fent me a girl and not a as it may easily fignify the system boy? But this is not what he of things, or univerfal scheme, chid nature for; if he himself the whole order of beings is may be believed, it was because comprehended, there arises no The had given him but one : and difficulty from it which requires in that he owns he did foolishly, to be removed by so violent an for he now finds he had one 100 effort as the introduction of a much. He called her frugal, new word offensively mutilated. therefore, in giving him but one 7 But mine, AND mine I lov’d, child. (For to call her so be AND mine I prais’d, cause the chose to send a girl, AND mine that I was proud rather than a boy, would be ri on,-) The sense requires diculous) So that we must cer that we should read, as in these tainly read,

three places The reasoning of Chid I for this at frugal the speaker stands thus, Had ture's 'FRAIN &, i. e. refraine, or this been my adopted child, this keeping back her further favours, jame would not have rebounded ftopping her hand, as ve say, when

Put this child was mine, she had given him one, But the As mine I loved her, praised her, Oxford Editor has, in his usual was proud of her : consequently, way, improved this amendment, as I clained the glory I mujt needs by substituting band for 'fraine. be subjected to the jhame, &c. WARBURTON.

WARBURTON, Though frame be not the word Even of this small alteration which appears to a reader of the there is no need. The speaker present time most proper to ex ulters his emotion abruptly. But hibit the poet's sentiment, yet mine, and mine that I loved, &c. it may as well be used to thew by an ellipfis frequent, perhaps that he had one child, and no more, 100 frequent, boih in verse and as that he had a girl, not a boy, and proc.


01 me.

And falt too little, which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!

Bene. Sir, Sir, be patient ;
For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
I know not what to say.

Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is bely'd.
Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?

Beat. No, truly, not; altho' until last night
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, That is stronger

Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron.'
Would the two Princės lie ? and Claudio lie ?
Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Wash'd it with tears ? hence from her, let her die.

Friar. Hear me a little,
For I have only been silent so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune,
By noting of the lady. I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes ;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these Princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool,
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal do warrant
The tenour of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.

Leon. Friar, it cannot be ;
Thou seeft, that all the grace, that she hath left,
Is, that she will not add to her damnation
A sin of perjury; she not denies it :
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
That, which appears in proper nakedness ?


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Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus’d of? *
Hero. They know, that do accufe me; I know

none :
If I know more of any man alive,
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy! O my father,
Prove you that any man with me convers'd
At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Maintain’d the change of words with any creature,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.

Friar. There is some strange misprision in the Princes.

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour, And if their wisdoms be mif-led in this, The Practice of it lives in John the bastard, Whole fpirits toil in frame of villanies.

Leon. I know not : if they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her ; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dry'd this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made fuch havock of my means,

8 Friar. Lady, what man is he betrayed herself by naming the

you are accus’d of ?) The person he was conscious of an friar had just before boasted his affair with. The friar observed great kill in fishing out the truth. this, and so concluded, that were And indeed, he appears, by this she guilty fhe would probably question, to be no fool. He was fall into the trap he laid for her. by, all the while at the accusa - I only take notice of this tion, and heard no names men to thew how admirably well 'tioned. Why then should he Shakespeare knew how to sustain ask her what man she was ac his characters. WAR BURTON. cused of? But in this lay the

bent of honour,] Bent fubtilty of his examination. For is used by our authour for the had Hero been guilty, it was utmost degree of any passion or very probable that, in that hurry mental quality. In this play be. and confusion of spirits, into fore, Benedick says of Beatrice, which the terrible insult of her her offrition has its full bent The lover had thrown her, he would expresion is derived from arnever have observed that the chery; the bow has its bint when man's name was not trentioned; it is dra:vn as far as it can be. and fo, on this quellion, have VOL. III. R



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